Maya sat across from Jennifer Walsh in the small attorney-client meeting room at the county jail. Three weeks in custody. Twenty-one days of orange jumpsuits, bad food, and sleeping in a cell with two other women.
Twenty-one days of being treated like a criminal.
“The preliminary hearing is scheduled for next Monday,” Jennifer said, spreading documents across the table. “This is our chance to get the charges dismissed.”
Maya felt a flicker of hope. “You really think they’ll dismiss them?”
“I think we have a strong argument. The prosecution’s case is entirely circumstantial. No physical evidence. No body. No proof that you harmed Andrea or even that Andrea was harmed at all.” Jennifer pulled out her notes. “But I need you to understand what’s going to happen at this hearing.”
“Okay.”
